when you know His love is for us all. and when you know you are the one to be His love.
i talked to her on the phone again yesterday.
her, the one who carried me under her heart. she speaks kind words.
we laugh.
i don't know her. i don't know who she is and who she is not. i know facts, dates, marriages, children. but, i don't know her. i've heard her stories, the hard ones about pain and struggle. my heart breaks. i shake my head and don't know what to say. i start running, i pound the ground with my feet. i don't understand.
what is this story.
who am i in it.
when you know His love is for us all. and when you know you are the one to be His love.
so many women i've prayed with, i cried with, and tried to serve.
none of them the woman who grew me in her body. and here i find myself, a heart that does not want to open because i am afraid. in spotted glimpses i think of her. it's not me, it's God who brings her to my mind. i run, i pound the ground because i do not understand.
what is this story going to be.
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